Opening the Sect to All

In this era, although people no longer ate raw meat or drank blood, the life of ordinary individuals remained exceptionally difficult.

The strong were as numerous as clouds, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, even destroying heaven and earth. They viewed the weak as ants and grass, forcing common people to exhaust all their efforts just to survive. Literacy was naturally rare.

Without any background, they would risk everything to join an immortal sect and become cultivators, yearning to roam the world.

In their understanding, becoming a cultivator meant becoming an immortal.

It was worth sacrificing everything for!

"I'll talk, I'll talk."

Seeing the increasingly fierce expressions of his companions, the man dared not conceal anything anymore and quickly confessed, "This is a slogan written by a sect called the Moon Grasping Sect. The content is similar."

Even if you have no talent, there is a chance.

We recruit disciples based not on talent, but on fate.

Regardless of identity, status, background, or talent, everyone is welcome to come.

You are welcome to visit the Moon Grasping Sect.

"There are also some details about how to reach the Moon Grasping Sect."

After hearing his explanation, those around him looked surprised.

"Not based on talent, but on fate?"

"Even without talent, there's a chance to enter the sect? Is this... true?"

"What kind of sect is the Moon Grasping Sect?"

Most of them were passersby, with a few acquaintances among them. At this moment, most felt both excited and confused.

Cultivation was difficult. Only one in ten people had talent, and even those with talent barely met the sects' requirements. This was well-known.

So, while they came full of hope, they were also afraid that their talents wouldn't be up to par.

Now, suddenly hearing that there was a chance to join the sect even without talent, they couldn't help but feel excited.

But what kind of sect was the Moon Grasping Sect?

Most had never heard of it.

"I know!" A young woman said softly, "The Moon Grasping Sect used to be one of the top sects in the Southwest Region, second only to the Myriad Flower Holy Land, and was a leader among the first-class sects!

At its peak, it had over ten thousand spiritual mountains and millions of disciples, enjoying great fame."

"What?"

"Then why is it completely unknown now? We've even heard of the Peach Blossom Sect with only eight spiritual mountains, but not this Moon Grasping Sect?"

"That's because it has declined in recent years. They are desperately lacking successors and have rapidly fallen. Now, they only have one spiritual mountain left and are on the brink of collapse."

"Maybe that's why they came up with this method to attract more people to join."

"One spiritual mountain? This..."

"Well, it's up to each of you to decide." The young woman sighed, "But in my view, being the head of a chicken or the tail of a phoenix? For people like us, it's rare to join an immortal sect, and even if we do, most of us won't be able to be the tail of a phoenix, let alone the head of a chicken. To enter a sect is a blessing."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So, should we... go to the Moon Grasping Sect?"

"Don't be swayed by me." The young woman gently shook her head, "I advise you to have your own opinions."

In her view, such easily swayed people, even if they had talent, might not be able to enter the sect.

Thinking of this, she added, "Moreover, although they say it's not based on talent but on fate, they never said that the ones they accept would necessarily have no talent."

Everyone was baffled.

"You're making it more confusing!"

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Then what should we choose?"

"Decide for yourselves." The young woman sighed, "I've already said that you need to have your own opinions. I can only analyze the pros and cons; I can't and shouldn't tell you what to do. After all, this decision might change your lives. You know what to expect if you go to Peach Blossom Sect. Those without talent or with insufficient talent will definitely not be admitted. But if you go to Moon Grasping Sect, even without talent, there's a sliver of hope. That's all."

Only then did everyone start to take the young woman seriously.

Looking in her direction, they saw that despite her resolute expression, her face was smudged with dirt. She appeared somewhat downtrodden, but not overly disheveled.

Her long, black hair flowed like a waterfall down to her waist.

Her coarse cloth dress, though faded and patched, was immaculately clean.

"What about you, young lady? What will you choose?"

"Me?" She laughed self-deprecatingly, "I know I have no talent."

Then, turning around, she headed towards the road to Moon Grasping Sect.

Seeing this, the group hesitated but eventually split into two: one continued to Peach Blossom Sect, while the other half followed the young woman towards Moon Grasping Sect.

Similar scenes unfolded outside various sects near Moon Grasping Sect.

Some scoffed.

Some took it seriously.

Some thought that Moon Grasping Sect, on the verge of collapse, was just trying to trick a few disciples into joining.

Others felt that although Moon Grasping Sect was in decline, it had once been glorious and might still have some remnants of its former strength. After all, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. It was worth a gamble.

***

Three days later, the day arrived when thousands of sects in the Southwest Region opened their doors.

All five elders had returned.

Moon Grasping Sect had also made some preparations.

The stone steps up the mountain were swept clean, the few spiritual herbs from the herb garden were placed along the path, and even the spiritual energy seemed more abundant than usual.

The sect's few spirit beasts were also released, roaming the mountain to add a touch of life and an "immortal aura."

Dong!

A melodious bell rang from an endlessly distant place, the signal from Myriad Flower Holy Land. Subsequently, the formations of the various sects activated, revealing the paths up the mountains...

Lin Fan stood outside the main hall, somewhat hesitant.

He had done everything he could think of, but would there be any new disciples?

He paced back and forth, feeling something was still missing. Looking at the seven disciples standing nearby, he said, "Go find a spot halfway up the mountain and have a sparring match. Let the newcomers see what we're capable of."

However, they were instantly bewildered, looking at Lin Fan with confusion and worry. "Huh? Us?"

Lin Fan: "…"

He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he could only smile bitterly. "Never mind, just go about your business."

It was better to let them be mascots.

This was indeed a bit too difficult for them.

Behind Lin Fan, the Great Elder mused, "Some people are already gathering at the foot of the mountain and are starting to climb."

"How many?" Lin Fan couldn't help but feel hopeful.

"A bit over two hundred!"

Only two hundred?

Lin Fan's heart sank.

Last year, there were over three hundred!

Though none of them were admitted...

"Wait!"

At this moment, Wu Xingyun suddenly spoke up, "There are more people coming from afar!"

"Groups of twos and threes, coming from different directions."

"Sect Master, it seems your advertisement worked!"

"Oh? Approximately how many?"

"I'm afraid..." Wu Xingyun's eyes sparkled as she extended her spiritual sense as far as she could, but still couldn't see the end. "No less than ten thousand!"

Upon hearing this, everyone smiled.

"Great!"

Over ten thousand?

Even if only one in a thousand is suitable, we can still find ten decent disciples. With proper training, they could become quite useful.

"Sect Master, you are truly talented!"

The five elders praised in unison.